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Yeah |
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I mean like |
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I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know |
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I was popping that Cristal |
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when all y'all niggas thought it was beer and shit, you know |
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Wearing that platinum shit |
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when all y'all chicks thought it was silver and shit |
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I got to be the pioneer of this shit |
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Bottom line |
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I'm going to show you how to do it |
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Check it |
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I spit that other shit |
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That's the nice motherfucker shit |
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Fed time follow me around, deep cover shit nigga |
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You beer money, I'm all year money |
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I'm popping, you ain't got to count it, it's all there money |
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I never change money 'cause niggas got strange money |
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Knocked up, marked up, fucked up in the game money |
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I got bail money, XXL money |
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You got flash now, one time we'll reveal money |
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I spit the hottest shit, you need it I got it shit |
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That down South Master P, Bout It Bout It shit |
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I got blood money, straight up thug money |
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That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money |
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You got show dough, little to no dough |
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Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough |
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I got 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough |
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You crazy, you full gazy, and loco with dough papo |
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[Chorus: x4] |
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Imaginary Players |
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And now you got these young cats acting like they slung cats |
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All in they dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack |
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When I see them in the street, I don't see none of that |
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Bad playboy, where the fuck is the hummer at? |
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Where is all the ice with all the platinum under that? |
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Those ain't rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to that? |
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Y'all rapping-ass niggas, y'all funny to me |
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Selling records, being you but still you want to be me |
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I guess for every buck you make it's like a hundred for me |
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And still you running around thinking you got something on me |
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But I done did it |
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And y'all want to take my flow, and run with it |
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That's cool, I was the first one with it |
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Original, jiggas the future flow digital |
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Still busting a gat when she gets critical |
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Sit it down, I don't want y'all to get it confused |
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I rip it down, like I ain't got nothing to lose |
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[Chorus: x4] |
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Groupies I leave them all fucked |
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Niggas, all struck |
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Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks |
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Last year, when niggas thought it was all up |
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But this year I've done it again, jigga! |
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What the fuck |
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Nigga stop whining, jigga, still shining |
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Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds |
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Rock more Versace, ain't nothing sweet |
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I still throw t'ree in your body, fleeing the party |
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Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow with me |
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Bet 50, not dollars either I brought some dough with me |
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I flow like the 5 series, in various areas |
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And blow holes in your weak niggas theories |
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It's funny how one verse can fuck up the game |
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You bought a 4.0 you better get your change |
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Ain't no platinum in those Cartiers, switch your frame |
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Ain't no manicures on board, then switch your plane |
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[Chorus: x4] |
